Sonnet 427

Rich diamonds glittered on that blank white robe
Where coppice spots like ermine tails did stain,
So draped on fields there edged and trimmed by groves
To reminisce of regal mantle trains.
It folded o’er the shoulders of the hills
Where streams ran down like gilded ribbons bright
And like a brooch, a distant water mill
Did bind together all that raiment right.
So with that blazoned cloak did Winter stride
To mark his rule upon the vanquished land,
Gelid vassals in quietude decried
The cruel purpose of his cold command.
Yet serfs stayed silent, bearing yet his sting—
Fair knowing what the equinox would bring.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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